I don’t usually give explanations on my poems. Some are quite personal. However this poem was written in the early morning when everyone was sleeping, the people in the house and the mice in the ceiling, even the traffic outside was silent. When I read over this poem I think I was high on oxycodone… Read More Answering the Knock
laying on my back . . . arms extended . . . legs straight, slightly apart . . . my head and back aligned . . . utterly relaxed . . . as if laying atop . . . the endless ocean . . . drifting free, tranquil . . . ~0~ I’m where gravity… Read More Blasphemy
our heavenly canvas heart beating brushes painting visions of love mixing palettes soft tranquil strokes infinite ribbons of hope vibrant hues of compassion splashes of beauty ever-changing ever remaining the same the greatest artist the master designer painting the message peace across the universe ©Kimberly Wilhelmina Floria 4/2015
stretching a canvas across the heavens a palette of beating hearts brush strokes soft and tranquil a world painted in love infinite waves of hope vibrant hues of compassion splashes of beauty ever-changing remaining the same the greatest artist the master designer painting the message peace across the universe believe in the faith of humanity… Read More Masterpeace
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“Now I lay me down to sleep if I should die before I wake, I pray my soul to keep.” I climb out of bed and walk down from the attic to the living room where mommy is watching TV.
When the demands of time were less required mortals marvel at heaven downy carpet aside perfectly blended open walls of lapis, indigo and azure. Birds serenade in pre dawn. Aromatic wildflowers sail on air. Ready or not here I come. Children shout in laughter. When the day is done under the moon a chorus of… Read More Marveling and Cringing
In April 1993 the Bodyguard was playing in theaters and Whitney Houston was singing, ‘I will always love you,’ every time I got in the car, it was playing on the radio and my eyes would get misty. Though it was a love song, it affected me much deeper, I was preparing for my mother’s… Read More Whitney Singing in Heaven